Page 127 of Depraved Desires

He turned on his heels, letting the door slam behind him. His pace was fast and determined, a deadly intent shining through his eyes. He crossed the room in seconds, slipping back into the club. His body was vibrating with rage, and I felt sorry for the next fucker to cross his path.

He knelt, picking up the ax he’d discarded there earlier. He handed it to Rocky who quirked an eyebrow in response. “Destroy every goddamn van in that fucking garage. Take Hunter with you. Think you can manage that?”

Rocky rolled his eyes, but didn’t bother to comment. He nodded at Hunter before the two of them disappeared back through the door.

“What’s the plan?” Monroe asked, folding his arms over his chest. His face was calm, but the tick in his jaw indicated that it was a façade. He was worried shitless about Aspen.

Myles turned to him, almost as if he just now remembered that he was here. “We’re going to fuck this place up.” His eyes were alight with fury, his posture rigid, like it was taking everything in him not to burn the entire place to the ground right this instant. He reached into his bag before offering me a gun and then handed one to Monroe. “Just in case.”

My stomach twisted as I stared down at the heavy object in my hand. A gun might as well have been a foreign object to me. It wasn’t like I went around shooting people or hitting a shooting range. I’d never even touched one. I remember the way Myles had grabbed his, aimed, and shot with expert precision. He looked like a damn maniac. Completely unhinged, his true nature shining brightly in those dark blue eyes of his. If there was one person who could bring Aspen and Foster back, it was him.

Myles took off, crossing the dance floor. We followed behind him as he led us to Talissa’s office—the one we were all very well acquainted with, except for Monroe. Myles tested the doorknob, and it opened with ease. He held the gun out in front of him before poking his head around the door, making sure the coast was clear. When it was, his posture relaxed, and he stepped inside.

My throat felt tight, my gaze wandering around the empty room. The faint scent of Aspen’s body wash lingered in the air. Eucalyptus and Spearmint. It had become my favorite smell. And the fact that it was lingering in the air, told me that she’d been in here before being lured to her probable death. I shouldhave known something was up when Talissa would only let two of us enter.

Myles slid into Talissa’s chair behind her desk and glanced at her laptop before muttering a curse. “It’s locked,” he growled. Inhaling deeply, he cracked his knuckles together. He glanced over at us where we still lingered near the door. “Either of you know how to use a gun?” he asked.

Monroe nodded while I shook my head. I raised my eyebrows at our history teacher, mildly concerned and impressed at the same time.

“Great,” Myles continued. “Check the perimeter. See if there are any guards lurking around. One of them should know how to get into this damn thing.” He motioned toward the computer. “If you find yourself outnumbered?—”

“I got it,” he replied sharply. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Myles arched an eyebrow. “Then why the fuck are you still here? Go.” He waved him off dismissively as if he were nothing but a dog.

I had to bite back a laugh, reveling in how the tables had turned. Monroe flipped him off before slipping out into the hall. I snorted in amusement, striding walking across the room to slip into one of the chairs adjacent to Myles.

Repulsion flooded my system as the reminder of how familiar I was with this room shot through me. The first time I’d given myself to Talissa, I’d been a minor. She took and took and took until I felt like a shell of myself. At the time, I felt powerful. Having so much control over a grown woman that she’d let us into the club, that she’d give us drugs to sell for her. Back then, I didn’t realize how much of a screwed-up deal that had been. Not only did she profit from those sales, she also profited from the amount of money we spent here, and got her sexual needs met.

I could still feel her hot breath on my skin, her firm grip on my body. Her skin wasn’t nearly as soft as Aspen’s, not nearly as gentle. She took control in the worst way.

Shoving those thoughts to the back of my mind, I looked over at Myles who was still staring at the computer screen like it offended him. “Why are you so obsessed with getting into her computer, anyways?” I asked. “It’s not like she has anything incriminating on there.”

“You never know,” he replied simply. “I plan on exhausting every last option. I’m not giving up on this. Not until that bitch is mutilated and dead for touching what’smine.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, knowing they weren’t empty threats.

“Last time I checked, Aspen was the one who agreed to be mine,” I corrected. It wasn’t the full truth. But it wasn’t a blatant lie, either. It just pissed me off that he felt like he had some claim over her. I was done following his rules. Done following Foster’s. Once we got her back, I was going to make sure she knew how much she fucking meant to me. I’ve made mistakes in the past. Commitment wasn’t something that had ever come easily to me. But I wanted to try. For her, I would try. I was done pushing her away.

“What did you just say?” Myles asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

Thankfully, Monroe chose that time to return so I didn’t have to piss him off any further. He barged through the door with a gun pointed to the back of some dude’s head. His hair was disheveled and there was a cut on his lip, indicating there had been some kind of fight before Monroe got the upper hand.

Myles looked over the guard slowly, cataloguing his features to memory before leaning back in the chair—the same chair I’d fucked Talissa in on a few occasions. My skin felt hot, crawling with disgust at that unwanted memory. “What’s Talissa’spassword?” he asked smoothly, speaking so calmly that you wouldn’t even know he was enraged.

The guard spit, blood flying from his mouth before he settled his beady black eyes on my best friend. “How the fuck should I know?”

Myles sighed, like this entire thing was a huge inconvenience to him. “I’m going to ask you again before things get ugly. What is Talissa’s fucking password?” He tilted his head to the side, his fingers twitching where they rested along the desk, one hand over the handle of his gun.

The guard swallowed, his gaze tracking the movement. “I told you. I don’t know.”

Myles stood abruptly, causing the stranger to flinch. “If that’s true, then you’ve ran out of purposes for me.” He rounded the desk, steadily approaching the man with a wild look in his eyes. As soon as he ate away the distance between them, he smashed the handle of his weapon against the guard’s face with restrained strength. The man’s head whipped sideways, a pained groan flying from his mouth. “What the fuck if her goddamn password you stupid son of a bitch?” He pointed the snout of the gun beneath his chin, showing him just how serious he was about killing him.

I knew Myles would kill him regardless, but the man didn’t know that, and it gave Myles the upper hand because of it.

“P-please,” the guy stammered, tears pooling in his eyes.

Monroe grabbed a fistful of the man’s hair, jerking his head backwards. A cry fled from his mouth as he stared back at our history teacher with fear etched into his features. His lower lip was trembling, and it was almost laughable. Not so much of a bad ass now, huh? Myles looked up at Monroe, seemingly impressed, but Monroe paid him no attention, his gaze was focused on the sorry bastard in front of him.

“We’re going to ask you one more time. The password. If you fail to comply,” Monroe began, fishing something out of his pocket. A black wallet came into view moments later and he flicked it open, revealing a few photos. “Then it won’t just be your ass on the line. Your family will be massacred foryoursins.”

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